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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

John Dryden

Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Judgement People Thinking Understand Wrong
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Himself Judgement Praise Theme
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Age Empty Experience Known Start World
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brave Despair Happiness

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